The poem
I put two yellow peepers in an owl. Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile. Spiv. I sew the slither of an eel. I jerk, kick-start, the back hooves of a mule. Wild. I hold the red rag to a bull. Mad. I spread the feathers of a gull.
I screw a tight snarl to a weasel. Fierce. I stitch the flippers on a seal. Splayed. I pierce the heartbeat of a quail.
I like her to be naked and to kneel. Tame. My motionless, my living doll. Mute. And afterwards I like her not to tell.
this poem is viscious but powerful
(rape???)
This is such a great poem! It's really the perfect example of where the structure ultimately expresses meaning, not only reinforcing it. The poem is indeed vicious and powerful, but I don't think it's necessarily about rape. It's literally about being "stuffed", in all meanings of the word... and obviously an overpowering male that has made his now "tame" woman completely impotent to change things.
eh, I didn't get it.
I have read work by this poet without much interest, but now she has been made Poet Laureate I thought a second visit worthwhile. So far I think it will pay.